I'm Burning Low, So Revive Me

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Namira had sequestered herself off in a sensorium for this exercise. With her magic acting up at best, and being entirely unreliable at worst, she had decided to handle it the best way she could. Unfortunately, she didn't see how destroying a section of the city in a huge column of flame would help anyone with anything, and people would be terribly cross if she had landed it on someone's property.

Not that there seemed to be a whole lot of claim-staking going on, but you never knew.

Beside her, Hakkar lolled his tongue from his mouth comically, his tail going at a million stubby miles an hour. Whatever his mistress was doing, it made him happy. Especially since she kept absently summoning darkspawn for Hakkar to tear to pieces. Like a good dog!

Namira pushed her hands up her arms, as rolling up the sleeves of the plantsuit was fairly impossible, and straightened her shoulders, thumping her staff in the ground. "Alright, I think we'll start light, Hakkar, until Alistair appears or someone interrupts." Namira nodded to herself and reached inside her bag of components, opening her mind to the weak stirrings of the Fade her.

A large, hurlock alpha roared from the other side of the Ferelden field she'd conjured. "Sic!" Namira commanded and started casting the spell for Stone Fist. Hakkar growled and barked, racing towards the large creature. Three sneaky little genlocks ignored the mabari hound and chased straight for the mage.

It was taking her too long; she'd never finish the spell for the Alpha in time for her to defend against the genlocks.

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"If you'd be so kind!" Namira replied as the stonefist shot through the air and hit the Alpha squarely in the chest, knocking him down in a crunch me metal and bone, with Hakkar following behind to tear at the creature's flesh for as long as he could.

Yve's presence was quite helpful; it gave Namira a moment to tap into the Creation-school powers that hadn't really been put to work lately. A green spell wisp went up, her Rock Armor went down, and she started the incantation to regenerate Yve's body as it was injured. Still, it felt like she was burning through her body's mana at a prodigious rate, which was unnatural.

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Yve winced as she took a hit from one of the genlocks, and retaliated by whirling her blades above her head, before spinning in a circle and sweeping them down again on the creature, slicing it's little squashed head off. She felt the familiar tingle of healing magic as she bounced a few steps back from the other genlock, though it felt different from usual. She'd been banged up enough in a fight that she was very familiar with Wynne's spells, and she doubted that Namira's could be that different, so after darting back in to take care of the second genlock she glanced over at the mage.

"Something the matter?"

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"I'm not sure," Namira replied. She looked even paler than usual, a feat in and of itself considering her regular complexion looked something more like milk.

There was a yelp as the hurlock threw Hakkar off of him and the dog rolled in the dirt. The hardy mabari stood up and shook himself off before going back to finish off the creature. "I'm having trouble drawing on the Fade, it seems."

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Genlocks dead, Yve fell back and frowned at Namira, squinting at the mage.

"Well, this bloody thing travels between... universes, or whatever, yeah? Might be scrambling with your magic." Seemed the most logical thing to Yve, though she'd never entirely understood the magic thing, beyond 'get the hell out of the way when Morrigan yells "fireball."'

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"That's entirely possible, now that you mention it," Namira gave Yve a thoughtful look. "I'd been looking at it as an entirely 'Wrong with Namira' problem and not that the outside influences of our traveling through universes having an effect on them.

"I'd had hypothesized that the Fade itself had been torn asunder by the destruction of our own lands, and had managed to been stabilized by these... Daligig." Look what you did, Yve. Namira shrugged, "In whatever small capacity, as there are millions of dreamers in those pods, and dozens more awake now."